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In a stairwell, steps below the sidewalk, he huddled over a small flame that licked from a coffee can. He positioned himself to block the light to the street, and every so often he held a hand above the flame and quickly opened and closed his fingers. He stamped his feet in the snow, each time sending out a muffled whoosh when a shoe hit powder. He wiggled his fingers over the heat, and his mittens crackled when brought too close to the fire.
    
Across the street, a limestone building, a hotel, small, elegant, rose several stories high. Inside, on the ground floor, behind the belted velvet drapes, a cocktail lounge gleamed. A glistening mahogany bar ran the length of the room where guests disappeared into overstuffed chairs that were neatly placed in pairs and set against the arched, crystalline windows.

Inside the coolly lighted room, he watched a young woman with silky hair and sleepy eyes as she ran a finger around the rim of her drink. The woman glanced once at the silent snow falling in the dark. In the stairwell, he listened to the whisper of the fire and the beat of ice crystals as they fell against the steps.
Where do we stand
I often wondered
We stand over the earth
We stand under the sky
The earth has caught hold of us
By its gravitational pull
Not ready to part with
Even our ashes after our deaths
Unless we are taken to Moon or Mars by Elon  Musk
So much so at physical
level
Now at level immaterial
Where do we stand
We stand over animals' intelligence
We stand under God's intelligence
Where you stand
Determines your standing
So we under stand sky
We under stand God
We over stand earth
We over stand animals
This is your standing
You can tell this to your father-in-law
If he ever asks
What's your standing?
We were engineers. We were doctors. We were best brains. We didn't make good money. Father taught dead honesty. Our standing was questioned. Guys write poems, but make good money. Have assets. It's very important.
While walking
In husle and bustle
Of a busy market
Do cast your glance  
left and right on the ground
Selling goods
Below your status
They aren't beggars
But people who want
To live with dignity and honour
Buy something from them
If you can afford
To loosen your pocket
Gift to someone that something matters
For human honour and dignity
Not to be tattered
Graff1980 Aug 2020
They beat the candy blues
into her thoughts,
as she sought
and bought
the sugary sweet,
multicolored gum drops
which were used
to subdue
her hunger pains,
but did nothing to
nourish healthy views
of living.

They trained her
to comply
to an almighty on high
father figure,
white bearded guy.

Whilst televangelist
propagated
hateful ****
pompously
requesting those
who were suffering
in poverty
to send them
the money they needed
to maintain their greed.

They were teaching her
that the measure
you need to reach
to say you succeeded,
is a measuring stick
that tends to extend
beyond previous
measurement.

But she bought
the glittering jewels,
sought to capture
her fantasy alpha male fool,
and achieve
the American dream
in which she believed.
I,
Defy the paradigm,
The escapist void,
Lines of code I refuse to obey.

I defy,
Defy,
All emotionalogic.
I make no sense,
Or a dollar that pays my way to ignorant bliss.

'Tis the streets upon which I so selfishly make my way and,
My gears turn with no source or destination.

I am the,
Status quo of the chronically out of place.
So,
Take that next step,
Show me.
When i feel lost
You are always there to find,
Irrespective of our status you are always kind.
No matter what you are suffering from,
All you focus is to make me smile.
Sick you are or not my happiness is always first on your mind.
You never asked  for anything Maa,
but  I want to give you a happy lifestyle.
A never-ending tale of mother's love
OwO33 Jun 2020
I can feel you're here, but you're nowhere near.
You're so far away but yet so close, I really want to overdose.
My heart's still beating and it makes me sad that you've stopped breathing.
I want to hold your hands right now, but I can't and that's making me feel so low.
You've been my everything and you'll forever be, I know you're now free.
I want to follow and meet you above, I want to give you my neverending love.
You didn't choose to break my heart and this really is only the start.
I can't imagine a life without you, but now I kinda have to get through.
I'll miss you and I will forever do, you're mine and I know you'll always love me too.
I wish everything was as simple as this text, but I am just scared of what happens next.
I'd love to feel your touch and soothing kiss, this will be something I'll forever miss.
I am thankful, though, for everything that we had, I just wish this wouldn't have had ended this bad.
I hope you'll look after me sometimes from up there, as I feel you blowing the wind through my hair.
OwO33 Jun 2020
I am alone, yet in love. I am sitting here crying, thinking about you and inside I am dying.
Everything seems so perfect, but yet so fragile, I don't want this to last for just a while.
I want this to last forever, and I am here for you, whenever.
I don't want to share you with anyone, because I want to be the only one.

I feel like apologizing, but for what, you've turned me down and crushed my heart.
But I am still here weeping, because the pain is something I might be needing.
You probably will be angry, and I think that's fine, because you care and you're mine.
Someday I'll be gone, but until this happens I won't feel lonesome.

You're sometimes really dark, but true love will light us up like a little spark.
I trust you and I will forever do, you're my everything and I love you.
You've been giving me everything that I needed but sometimes things got a little heated.
Today has been a weird day, but I'll stay and I hope you'll too, okay?

You're my dream, not only when I am sleeping but also when I am awake.
Opening myself to you, talking about my problems surely wasn't a mistake.
I am thankful for everything you've been giving me so far.
And our love will last as long as the distance from earth to a faraway star.

I can't think about anything else but you, I value you so much, you don't even have a clue.
I can't live without you, neither would I want that to be clear.
I wish you'd be able to hug me and forgive me my dear.
OwO33 Jun 2020
I am a sad lonely person, who long ago has lost her happy version.
It's been a while and I seem to have forgotten how to smile.
I may be too sensitive and darkness is everything that I might see
and I might have lost myself in there and with it my dignity.
I'd like to be more open and talk about a lot of things, preferably to an angel without wings.

I know my life isn't great and that there's worse and hope is my only resource.
I often feel like being in the wrong place and trying hard to fit in seems like a waste.
Why do I have to adapt to others to be normal and why can't I be myself, I really don't want to be another boring book in your shelf.
I am not easy and kinda strange, but I'd rather die before I change.

My mind is a chaos and causes a lot of confusion and I keep trying but I am starting to get tired of all these delusions.
I feel like I am breaking and my kindness often seems to be mistaken.
I am tired and putting myself to sleep, crying as always but maybe not that deep.
As I often wake up later on in tears, because I have dreamed about my fears.
OwO33 Jun 2020
I don't need to speak well or somewhat good, because I know that I'll just be misunderstood.
My Body is covered in scars, each of them are as unique as stars.
My Mind's a factory of creating problems and anxiety, but I am now telling myself, let them be.
If I can't change it, nobody can. I don't need your compassion as of it I've never used to be a fan.
My appearance is just a deception, I might look well and people think I won't need a correction.
But my true self hides below clothing and if someone would look beneath, their weak minds will be blowing.
I'd call myself strange at times, others do aswell, because they're not reading between the lines.
They see me as weak and helpless, but I've never had a reason to show my true strength, as most people aren't worth it and I feel no distress.
I can be anyone you want me to be, but maybe I am already someone you can't see.
I'd be better of if I'd care less but trust me I'll never end up being careless.
Everyone deserves something, but what's good and what's bad might some think.
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